Mr O'Leary has done away with all Friday night flights to The Fatherland and so needs must. Glasgow (Prestwick) used to be the airport of choice, these days it is from the capital: you'll have had your direct bus from Glasgow to Edinburgh Aiport?
Zwolf Grad hier am Traben-Trarbach, almost short sleeve muster.
Watching Das Bundesliga live in the Türmschen, Hector observes that the standard ain't that Spezial.
Stuttgart have yet to score, so Mein Host is ...update...Frankfurt score...Stuttgart are losing...a sharp exit?...nay...Weez are at home...Stuttgart equalize! Bring on the Franziskaner.
What a screamer, Cacau, Stuttgart go ahead right on Halpzeit...party on....
Stuttgart win...Hoffenheim's second goal against Hertha Berlin? Skill! Steve reckons he can do that trick....maybe the Bundesliga is beyond the SPL...
And so we left the 'Station Bar' and headed towards 'The Bridge'. The Bruckenschenke occupies both floors of the gateway arch to Trarbach, this is a very special place too. The first big staff (7 years ago?) trip saw us occupy the upper room all afternoon, a later trip saw us take the salute as the carnival parade passed uderneath. Usually one sits watching the barges heading up and down the Mosel. If it is a Sunday afternoon one is usally having Kafe und Kuchen, oftentimes it is bier. Today is Kolsch! of the Gaffel variety.
Dinner at the Golden Traube is becoming another ritual. Bottles of Weissburgunder were favoured over the draught perfume the Germans call Pils. The Moselmenu at €18 remains excellent value even with the terrible state of Sterling. The animal dripping with bacon bits and bread is an immense entree. This was devoured, more was demanded, it was provided. The soup, the inevitable pork main course and wait for it........ vanilla ice cream with pour your own massive hot raspberries! Hector does not typically do dessert, however, this is of Carlsberg proportions.
Marilise aka Frau Allmacher served us well, but where was Mein Host? Richard duly arrived and after warming up his violin at the big table we would normally occupy on the far side, he and Steve on acoustic guitar were having their usual jam.
We were at the Traube for three hours!
Hector was last out!
Hami's across the road was quiet. However a chap who calls himslef 'Bocki' recognised us and kept ordering the cough mixture known as Jaegermeister. We returned the pleasure, he bought us more... not a good idea...We were there for the Altbier and the Kolsch.
Finally it is back home to the Altstadt Cafe to find Frank at his usual place behind the bar and Rosi on the preferred side. Reissdorf Kolsch is surely the best?
The early rise for a 09.45 flight to Scotland is always a killer. Fortunately we would be back to accompany the happy chappies at the Bon Accord where surely Glasgow Rangers would beat the other mob and go ten points clear?
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